There’s just no time for time any more.
\nThe world outside, still outside,
\nBut there’s no time to have time
\nFor worlds outside, or worlds inside.<\/p>\n
I left the other day, vowing never to
\nReturn, but here I am.<\/p>\n
No world outside; no time inside;
\nNever to return; never to remain.
\nI thought this experience would lead
\nSomewhere, but instead it lead me to<\/p>\n
A realization that nowhere really matters.
\nNowhere in time, nowhere outside,
\nNowhere in any world, nowhere here.
\nNo place I’d been before.<\/p>\n
I’ll leave again today, vowing never
\nTo return again.<\/p>\n
Then it dawns upon me suddenly,
\nThat dawn happens every day,
\nAnd I’m not there to witness it.
\nIf I’m there, I don’t remember.<\/p>\n
Maybe I should wake myself in some other
\nPlace while my body sleeps,
\nWitness dawn from nowhere, no time.
\nWitness myself succumbing to these silly <\/p>\n
Inoculations of a substitute for sanity.
\nMaybe (here I go again) I could substitute
\nTime for sanity, right here for nowhere,
\nThis world for some other one.<\/p>\n
I’ll leave again tomorrow, and vow
\nNever to return again.<\/p>\n
Maybe there’s time left after the beatings
\nFor a plastic surgeon to remove those petty
\nMarring scars, that I will never see without
\nA mirror. Or for some other being to lay, <\/p>\n
A portent of a death that never came, in
\nA future that was substituted for sanity.
\nPerchance I’d call upon that surgeon’s knife
\nTo cut mine eyes, and leave me to face the<\/p>\n
Realities inside my head, instead of some
\nIll fated world outside, which I’d believed
\nI had no part in creating. But, then again,
\nI once was human too. Maybe again, someday.<\/p>\n
I’ll leave again next week, and vow
\nNever to return again. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There’s just no time for time any more.
The world outside, still outside,
But there’s no time to have time
For worlds outside, or worlds inside.<\/p>\n
I left the other day, vowing never to
Return, but here I am.<\/p>\n
No world outside; no time inside;
Never to return; never to remain.
I thought this […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1077","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-poems","category-time"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1077","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1077"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1077\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1078,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1077\/revisions\/1078"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1077"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1077"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1077"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}